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VIII.

Brave hearts! to Britain's pride

Once so faithful and so true,

On the deck of fame that died,

With the gallant good Riou :'

Soft sigh the winds of heav'n o'er their grave!

While the billow mournful rolls,

And the mermaid's song condoles,

Singing glory to the souls

Of the brave!

Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good,

by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his dispatches.

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.

A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound,

Cries, Boatman, do not tarry!

• And I'll give thee a silver pound,

• To row us o'er the ferry.'

• Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,

• This dark and stormy water!'

• Oh I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,

• And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

• And fast before her father's men

Three days we've fled together, • For should he find us in the glen, • My blood would stain the heather.

His horsemen hard behind us ride; • Should they our steps discover, • Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?"

Outspoke the hardy Highland wight

' I'll go, my chief-I'm ready:

• It is not for your silver bright;

• But for your winsome lady:

• And by my word! the bonny bird

• In danger shall not tarry;

'So, though the waves are raging white, • I'll row you o'er the ferry.'

By this the storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking;*
And in the scowl of heav'n each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.

2 The evil spirit of the waters.

But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.

• Oh haste thee, haste!' the lady eries,

• Though tempests round us gather;

' I'll meet the raging of the skies:

• But not an angry father.'

The boat has left a stormy land,

A stormy sea before her,

When oh! too strong for human hand,

The tempest gather'd o'er her.

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